OS: Rain Of Love
Part:- 3
As he looks her fiercely, she revert him by looking genuinely into his eyes with pure love and trust.
Ram: Aaoo mere saath...
Moving a part only to hold her wrist tightly in his palm, he leads her to north east direction from their car. After walking the distance of twenty to twenty-five steps, he opens the yellow glass door made of cast iron with yellow glazing bars of Telephone booth. The opposite side of door is plane yellow from top to bottom with a payphone hanging at its center; the other two sides adjoining the door are its clone with only difference that they cannot be opened as door; topped with a dome, booth is dimly lighted. While icy cold raindrops washes the glass from outside, haze make up the curtains on the glasses from inside making smokescreen which causes reduced visibility from inside and outside.
As they stepped in Priya's teeth started creaking as she is completely soaked in chilled water from head to toe. Watching this Ram seizes her in his macho arms in a swift movement, trying to give body warm to her princesses to ease her. Since at that point Ram is also cold, they both tried to give comfort to one another by gluing with each other. When priya doesn't stop creaking her teeth, Ram detaches himself from her although he is still holding her in his embrace, with concern look he sees affectionately into her sincere eyes. He glances at her quavering luscious rosy pink lips. He makes his way to her juicy lips to warm up her mouth by his hot breath. In the act of providing comfort to one another, the kiss strengthens; until breath became necessity they do not pull off, holding her from waist he pulls her more into him. They were heaving as he frees her lips to take some amount of breath. He gives kittenish look to his honey, the desire flare up in him. At this moment eroticism has become twin brother of solicitude. He again cease the mere centimeters gap between them, closing his eyes he pecks her lips amorously, she rejoin him in the act of their craving for each other while her hands clasps white kurta form his chest. Making her lips sore, he makes his nuzzling path through the medium of his mildly chilly tip of his nose towards her cheek, her nose then to ear, while drinking water from every inch of her wet skin and bestowing warm sensations on his valentine's fur; he headed for her neck to liquor up on it, but before routing to her throat, he bites on crook of her neck to mold a boo boo' there.
Priya: Aah...( she screech in pain because of his agonize love)
She made a push by throwing her both palms daintily on his chest; beholding vividly into each other's gaze; Her Hero again tries to create his avenue to her feathery lips, in one nimble motion she twirl on her heels, as her pair of palms lays flatly on the glasses of the booth; becoming don juan' it expunge from his mind that both of them are standing inside telephone kiosk made up of transparent white glasses assembled in cast iron yellow glazing Bars; hooking her into him by wrapping his left arm delicately around her waist while with his right hand he gently settles her hair to right shoulder, he starts nuzzling her creamy soppy nape, planting hot soggy kisses across the span of her velvety shoulders; with closed eyes she up heave her head to arch it into him as he begin to nuzzle her crimson red cheek along with nibbling her ear, he confers his hot breath on it.
She smoothly gyrates inwardly from left to right side and her back hits the yellow glazing bar adjoining the two glass walls. While ram moves an elfin back only to give her wee space to move without any need of foot work in that diminutive space, without leaving her but lexes his grip inconsiderably as he also turns his torso and comes in front of her without taking any foot step. Trapping her between him and glass walls by putting his palms on the glasses on their respective sides beside her head, he bends his forehead to adjoin it with her forehead letting his nose hugs her nippy nose and cheeks, while her hands rests on his stomach on their relevant sides, propping her to stand smooth since both are breathing heavily lost in one another while serene smile draws on their faces.
Raising his face, MR. Inamorato glances enchantingly at his Inamorata.
Clouds are still roaring intermittently but with fluctuation in light and sound as it seem celestial beings up above there are regulating it, trying to peek in the telephone turned in love booth, but in futile as fog befriends herself with these two lovers.
Closing his eyes, he pecks her fore head and makes his osculation to her closed eyes, nose, cheeks as they both bend down leisurely in unison while his palms and her back body scuffs the glasses downward annihilating the mist, making the view clear for outside world for split seconds but being lovers best friend at that moment fog forms again instantaneously veiling the translucent glasses again.
Their keens touch the floor of the booth in harmony, still absorbed in each other; he opens his eyes to make a glance at her, drawing back his hands from glass walls, he clasp her arms leaning to her cheek, he closed his eyes again and started caressing her lips by his under jaw line, as he takes her by shoulders in upward position to make her stand sluggishly along with him. Entranced in each other he makes her turn to right and she bumps...
Will be continued😊
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